suburbanite.

I am one stressed out kitty! That’s exactly why I’ve been MIA from this blog. Not because I’m just bad at keeping up with this blog. Oh, no. It’s because I’ve been “stressed”.  Right, then.

Truth be told -  the stress just hit me two days ago. I am only a little more than a month away from D-Day. And things are getting wacky. Suddenly, I have thoughts about my nice lazy-hazy cosy little existence in my centrally heated home with my little one, where everything is just a simple car ride away, where I can work from home as much as I want and just watch netflix and read books up the wahzoo – and then I think “hey – this isn’t so bad, surely I wouldn’t want to leave this”. GAH! It’s a trap and I have to remind myself of it by watching this cheerful little vid:

Ok, then.

If I don’t go I can foresee myself 30 years from now still crunching numbers for a big corporation and looking back with regret at what could have been. My list of regrets is long enough. I don’t want to add to it. I don’t want to become complacent and apathetic. Staying here is a path to those things.

This much I know is kind of true, at least to me and at least right now:

1. I want adventure outside of that which I watch in film, read in books, daydream up in my mind. I am a loner but I am not alone. I don’t want my boy to grow up in solitude. I want him to experience life, enjoy it’s cultures, embrace it’s peoples. I say no to suburbia.

2. Winters in the NE blow. Why didn’t anyone mention this little tid bit growing up? I had cousins in the North, surely they would have mentioned that they spend a part of there year hibernating? Growing up in the City by the Sea, I hated excessive heat and humidity. Now living in the NE, I hate the cold. I don’t mind a bit of cold but six months of cold is five months too many. If we could make an arrangement, where it could be 10F one day, and then two days at 70F, then back to 10F and repeat – I wouldn’t mind that. I’m not averse to compromise. I do have my good traits.

Here is where I would type in what remains to be done before D-Day. But who wants to hear me droll on and on? People like reading concise material. I’m accommodating like that. Also, if I post what I was going to write here in another entry, I’ve got two posts out of what I intended to be one. Thus, making me appear highly productive and leaving you slightly less bored. I accommodate both me and you (yes, you! I have only one reader) and we both feel like winners.